J. Cole - Shook Ones Freestyle lyrics

Momma I came up Cold as hell in New York but I flame up Straight up out that dirty type of sh** you cannot clean up A dollar and a dream the only things I had to bring up Now any n***a out there gunning for me Gotta aim up Say what n***as ask me what the Ville be like Just tell em that it's real Hoping that they me feel me, right I'm so bright I close my eyes and I can still see light I'm so live you motherf**ers gotta k** me twice Man I promise I'm murdering cla**ics, paying my homage The fifteenth of the month and I'm just now paying Mohammed Said the rent's due on the first But he don't know the sh** I been through and it hurts Can't wait to blow Yeah, I think about heaven sometimes Can't wait to go If it's real will I even get in I ain't fo' sure Cause I've been sinning Getting bent it's been a minute since I been Up in a church Only time is when my friend up in a hearse Lord, I'm praying for me my Momma I just went up in her purse Not to steal All I saw was some bills and not a dollar In sight In time she'll live the more desirable life I'm chasing money And dreams only God got the means to take em from me I scheme while I'm riding through Queens I ain't no dummy A Fayettenam repper 'til the day that I'm gone n***a get your weight up all the way up if you hating on me Cause boy I might pray but ain't no preying on me I'm hot like Satan just laying on me So when you get to hell you can say you know me I said I might pray but ain't no preying on me So when you get to hell, you can say you know me